So, the only reason I didn't put this in the "crossover" section is because there aren't many, and I'm an attention whore who loves reviews and hits, so please take the time to read and review, I greatly appreciate it, and you can even flame! It gives motivation. Nothing like a good ol' "You're story fucking sucks!" to brighten your day, right?

Anyways, like I said, you can consider this a crossover to Looney tunes because about 45% of this is flashbacks of or present tense pieces of Sylvester/Penelope, as well as the main plot of Furrball and Fifi. So, I hope you guys will like this, and I'd love to hear you're thoughts…hint hint.

Pairings: Furrball/Fifi, Sylvester/Penelope
Rating/Warnings: T for bad language, graphic teenage thoughts (Giggity!), and possible violence… May turn to M if it gets sexual, who knows.
Personal Warnings: This story is made up a good percentage of pure dialogue, as it seems to be my strong point. The conflicts aren't really exciting, it's a teenage high school romance story (surprise, surprise), so, if you're into that (and fluff!) kind of thing, knock yourself out! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Yep, I own this show. *gets shot by Warner Brothers© (That's the owner!)*

Enjoy! Review! Repeat. :)

The Crowing
Presents

"Like this?"
"No, no, the proper sthtancthe isth in the calves and the lower back, like thisth."

The mentor then took a proper predator's stance before crouching down, glancing over at his blue furred apprentice, who was mentally noting his mentor's advice. Sylvester began to prowl around the room, stalking around as if he was twenty-one again, chasing that tweety bird again as he spoke, "You sthee, Furrball, you mustht prowl and lock your prey's blind sthpot before you go at it."

"And then?"

"And then," he shot up and ran after the birdcage, jumping at it like a madman as he missed it and ran into the windowsill. Blushing, the cat cleared his throat, awkwardly chucking, "Sthcratch that, I suppose I need to check my teachersth notesth again." He looked at his teacher's textbook, overthinking this process as Furrball silently laughed at the clumsiness of his mentor as a smooth French voice was heard at the door.

"Sweetie, per'aps vous are overthinking things. Vous forgot ze pounce!"

The two males looked over at Penelope Pussycat, who was smiling smugly at her husband's lack of memory for the proper attack move. Sylvester cleared his throats, smiling nervously at his wife as she quietly strolled into the room. He then smirked at her smug look, "Oh yeah, Kitten, and what exthactly am I forgetting?" She returned as equally smug smirk, and stood her predator's stance the way Sylvester had a minute ago, glancing over to see Furrball taking notes, grinning at the two's competiveness, "Watch and learn, Mon Cheri!"

"Oh, nonsensthe, Dear, I'm not forgetting an- Oof!"

The petit French cat pounced onto her husband, knocking them both to the ground as she pinned him, still smirking deviously. He smirked back, "Fine, I guessth I forgot a sthtep or two." The woman laughed, climbing up off the taller cat as they stood dusting themselves as Furrball nodded, smiling as he wrote down the notes. Penelope strolled lightly over to the blue cat, "Did vous get all zat, Mousier Furrball?" The young feline nodded, smiling, "Yeah!" Sylvester than flattened his ears as he stepped over to them, slipping an arm around his woman, "Alrighty, Cheri, I've got a sthession goin' here."

"Oh, right, didn't mean to interrupt ze oh-so valuable education taking place here." She kidded, ruffling her husband's headfur as he just figured out what she meant by that. She rested her head upon his chest, "Love you, Cheri, I'll be waiting out in ze car when you finish ze session, no?"

"Love you too, Dear, I'll be out in justht a few minutesth."

She gave him a peck on the lips before walking out of the classroom. On most days after normal school hours, Sylvester would give Furrball extra lessons on whatever it his he needed to know, usually his predatory skills, which, sadly, his mentor lacked himself as well. But Furrball didn't mind, he enjoyed the extra time with his favorite teacher. They're session was over just after that as the tux began packing things into his teacher's briefcase, "Stho, Furrball, my boy, how'sth your week going so far?"

"Oh, em…good." He said half-heartedly. He was too distracted, by looking out the window to see Fifi and her friends out on the quad, laughing about something. He sighed dreamily, wishing he had the nerve to talk to her. Sylvester had been noticing the strange behavior of his apprentice recently, and walked up to the window, following his gaze to the purple skunk. He smiled a goofy grin as the blue cat, "Eyes set on something, eh, Furrball?"

"Wha- Oh, um…n-no."
"No? Well, I guessth I'd better get out to the lady before she waits too long, stho-"
"Wait!"

Sylvester turned to face Furrball, briefcase in hand, expression readably amused at his apprentice's shyness about the delicate subject. He paused for a second, "Yeah?"

"On a personal note…how did you get into your relationship with Mrs. Penelope?"
"Well," said the cat, thinking fondly on those memories, "It was here, at the Looniversity when I too, was only fifteen, much like yourself, but that'sth a long sthtory. I'll tell you soon enough, aliright?"

"Yeah…okay."
"Why do you asthk?"
"I'm just," he stared out as the beautiful skunk outside the window, "curious…"

His mentor smiled at him before checking the clock, "Well, if you[d like to talk about it sometime, I'd be glad to help out. Sthee you tomorrow, Furrball."

"Y-Yeah, later, Sylvester!"

'Like Mentor Like Apprentice'

When Sylvester arrived back at the car, he sat inside the passenger seat, seeing as his wife had already accupised the drivers side. He sat in the seat, bucking the seatbelt as she started driving. He slowly held out his hand for her to hold, and kissed the back of her own, smiling as she looked over at him, still loving her decisions she made long ago to choose him over Pepe Le Pew…but we'll get to the story later. He cleared his throat quietly, stroking her forearm, "You know, Cheri…"

"Oui, Sylvester?"
"Furrball justht asthked me about how our relationship got sthtarted. He's been stho…dazed for a while."
"Maybe he's falling for someone as well?"
"Maybe stho, he has the same symptoms as I did when I fell for you."

She blushed, returning her smile.

"Zat eez true, too. I've noticed him tripping overthings much more often. And stuttering, and staring into space. Eetz cute how clumsy he eez…reminds me of you."

"Hey!" he said, jokingly glaring at the laughing queen beside him as he smiled back. He won the best thing of all a long time ago, and that was Love. The feeling of having someone share a mind, soul, heart and body with your own. To think similarly and be by one's side. He sighed happily at the memories, excited to tell his apprentice about them, and see his outcome. One thing was for sure, he picked the right apprentice. The boy was like him in a lot of ways, and shared many thoughts with his own. That's what made their bond, between teacher and student, like a friendship, more than anything. He then looked over at Penelope, and stroked her paw again. "I love you, Dear."

"I love vous too, Mon Cheri…"

She stroked her paw back, smiling as they drove their way back home.

Furrball's Cardboard Box…

Furrball laid down in the box, setting his backpack down as he stared at the roof of it, sighing. These new feelings corrupting him were strange, he knew for sure. He had a lot of feelings for that purple skunk, loving and lustful, they were good feelings, but he still had yet to figure it out. He closed his eyes, her image in his brain as he involuntarily said he name aloud, "Fifi." He shuddered in joy, smiling to himself at the feeling it gave just to say the name.

"Fifi…"

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More chapters to come! Review please, I'm so excited for this story!

-The Crowing